Stranded

Literotic asexstories – Stranded by Bentlimerick,Bentlimerick
Stranded Part I.

When you are young, having a birthday shortly before Christmas can seem like you’re missing out on something.

Not just that you might be missing out on more expensive presents but also that your celebration is coming in second to the upcoming holidays.

When you have kids of your own it comes back again. Only now you’re the parent who’s budgeting for the upcoming holiday. And both your birthday and the coming new year can combine to remind you that you aren’t getting any younger.

And as the days are also getting shorter along with your time on earth, it’s understandable that you might be feeling both sad and SAD.

And the colder weather means you aren’t able to show as much skin as you did just a few weeks ago.

So, you’re missing some of the glances you usually get that regularly remind you at least on some level that you’ve still got “it.”

And now you’re reaching towards a new milestone. You’re well past being old enough to legally drink and own property on your own.

But now you’re dangerously close to being old enough to run a whole country. And you’re starting to wonder how much of that country would still find you sexy if they saw you up close and personal.

Part of your present was a day away from being a parent. A day at the spa and a night out at dinner, coming home to a house that doesn’t need anyone else put to bed.

And even though the barely there lacy underwear I gave you for your birthday makes it clear I still find you very sexy…I’m not getting any younger either. And you’re nowhere near the age for me to still count as a “young” man.

And I also don’t count in the sense that I have other reasons to find you sexy. Like your more than functional literacy.

You’re starting wonder if you’re aging into what some have started referring to as the “Old but still fuckable” category.

The polite and probably-just-strategizing-how-to-get-the-best-tip waiter calling you “Ma’am” whilst judiciously not looking near your “mammaries” also did not help your worry that you might be losing some of your sex appeal.

I already know that you’re going to want a bunch of belated birthday spankings tonight now that noise is not an issue. But I also plan on giving you extra attention tonight.

So, on the way home I ask you to “Show me that you’re wearing the present I gave you.”

I am reminded once more of what a brilliant brat you are as you pull up your dress just enough to show me a receipt taped to the top of your left thigh.

“Clever.” I say adding “Now, you sexy brat would you please take that piece of paper off so I can see more of your sexy thigh?”

“Certainly…Sir,” you say slowly as you slowly pull off the receipt. Slowly for my frustration and your amusement rather than for your protection.

Once more I ask you to “Show me that you’re wearing the present I gave you.”

And once more I am reminded of what a brilliant brat you are as you pull up your dress just enough to show me another receipt taped to the top of your right thigh.

“Very clever.” I say adding “Now, you very sexy brat would you please take that other piece of paper off so I can see more of your other also sexy thigh?”

“Certainly…Sir,” you say even more slowly as you pull off the receipt even slower than before.

“Well, you may be practicing sloth, but I’m still practicing lust,” I say following up with a third and hopefully final “Show me that you’re wearing the present I gave you.”

“Of course, Sir,” you say, and you pull your dress up so that your new lace panties are exposed.

And then I have to chuckle for you continue to pull the hem of your dress up and over the waistband of your panties until I see another receipt taped to your stomach.

“Extremely clever.” I say adding “Now, you extremely sexy brat would you please take that third and hopefully final piece of paper off so I can see more of your also sexy stomach?”

“Of course, Sir,” you say as you slowly start to peel off the tape with your right hand. But at the same time you are sliding your left hand into your panties. Only the fingers on that hand are moving faster and are clearly doing more than just grazing the surface of your skin.

When you finally have peeled the receipt off you pull out your left hand and switch the paper from one hand to the other.

You make sure I see you slowly rub the receipt between your fingers. I think I can see the paper start to go translucent in places. And then you present me with the receipt saying, “Thank you for my presents, Sir.”

“You are very welcome, Red,” I say as I make sure you see me sniff the paper and smile.

Thus far we have been alone in a parking lot close to the restaurant. Driving under your influence could be dangerous. But suddenly we are not alone as a young man starts cutting across the parking lot heading towards a nearby convenience store.

He stops walking, his eyes widen, and his jaw drops a bit as he looks over me and sees a significant amount of your pale and pretty skin both because your dress is still hiked up but also because from that angle, he also gets a great view of your cleavage.

“See, you can still turn a young man’s head,” I say adding “Want to give him something to remember you by?” as I reach over and tuck a finger beneath the elastic of your panties.

“Yes, Sir” you say as I slide my finger between your already wet lips.

“Show him your breasts,” I say as I start to play with your clit.

“Yes, Sir” you say as you pull your breasts out of your dress and bra.

“Damn,” the young man says out loud.

“Play with your breasts” I say as I slide my finger into you.

“Yes, Sir,” you say as you start to squeeze your breasts as you look back and forth between me and the stranger just outside the car.

Soon you are pinching your nipples and starting to breathe hard.

“May I please cum, Sir” you ask.

“Of course, you may cum. I’m sure that young man over there would also love to watch you cum.” And as I say that you start to shudder and let out a moan.

“Fuck that was hot. Damn you’re sexy and man you’re lucky,” the young man added finally taking his eyes off of you long enough to look in my direction.

“You know I can always get you another pair,” I whisper in your ear.

“He was very … appreciative,” you whisper back as you look at his hand still rubbing his cock through his pants.

I lower the driver’s side window as I sit behind the steering wheel. He pulls out his cock as we both watch you rise up in the passenger seat and slowly pull your panties down your legs and past your heels.

With your dress still hiked up and your breasts still out you lean across me to hand him your panties.

As you do so I cup your left breast in my left hand and your right cheek in my right hand.

The young man sniffs your panties and then starts to fuck them inside of his hand.

Bracing yourself against one hand so you don’t fall forward, you reach out of the window with your other hand and bring his free hand to your free breast.

“Fuck, you’ve got a great body,” he says adding in somewhat ragged breath “and your breast feels incredible.”

In no time at all the young man shudders and cums into your panties.

“Thanks for the compliment,” you say staring at his cum dripping from his fingers and your former panties.

“You can keep the panties, but I will have to take the breast home with me,” you say with a smirk.

“Sorry, it just feels so good” he says as he pulls his hand back.

“Like you said, I am a lucky man.” I say as I roll up the window. You buckle back in, but you have not yet pulled anything else up or down.

So, the young man has a great view of you as we drive away leaving him behind alone in parking lot. As he stands there with his cock still out and his hand still holding your now very used pair of panties, he winds up looking strangely stranded.

Stranded Part II

By the time we pull into the driveway your breasts have been put away. The neighbors would never know what you’ve just been up to based on your appearance alone.

Although you are returning with one less item of clothing, your lack of underwear won’t become obvious until you take off your dress again.

But after tonight’s excitement your dress won’t be on for much longer.

We walk through the front door. And you’ve just made it to the bottom of the stairs by the time I have closed and locked the door behind us.

“Stop,” I say as I take out my phone finishing up with “Lift up your dress. I want to take a before picture.”

“Yes, Sir,” you say as you lift up your dress exposing your bare ass to me.

“Lovely,” I say as I snap a couple of quick pictures.

Then as I put my phone back, I pull out a small bag from inside my coat pocket and hand it to you.

You open it up and smile as you pull out a short length of rope. “Thank you, Sir,” you say as you turn to face me showing me how you have draped the rope across the tops of your wrists.

I gently direct you over to the post at the bottom of the stairs and proceed to tie your wrists together so that your arms are tied together around the post.

You can feel my erection pressing against you as I take advantage of your tied hands to grab your breasts from behind. “I am going to leave you tied here while I go get the bed ready,” I say.

“Would you like my cum dripping out of you while you wait?,” I ask as I move my hands down to grab your ass.

You lower yourself slowly and carefully so that your knees are on the floor and your right arm is resting on the bottom step. “Yes, Please,” you say. As soon as you say those words you hear me unzip my pants behind you.

Not taking the time to take off my clothes I just lower myself behind you and slide inside.

I can’t go too hard or too fast for fear of hurting your knees or even worse accidentally knocking you into a post.

But I can go slow and deep and I can unzip the back of your dress as I continue to thrust into you making it that much easier to pull your big, beautiful breasts out.

“I bet that young man wishes he were here right now,” I say as I continue to fuck you from behind.

“With you down on your knees like this you would be in a perfect position to suck his cock,” I say adding “and…you…are…in…a…fucking…perfect…position…to…take…mine” emphasizing each word with a thrust. Before I can come up with anything else to say I start cumming.

I slowly pull out and then quickly move to help you get into a more comfortable position. As you start to stand back up, some of my cum starts to come out.

I take a second set of pictures that promise to be the first set of “after” pictures.

I give you a quick kiss and ask you if you are ready and able to wait here for me. You immediately reply “Yes, Sir,” adding something of a curtsy that causes just a bit more cum to come out.

“I won’t be long,” I say as I playfully pat you on your ass and start walking up the stairs.

And now you’re all alone at the bottom of the stairs, partly tied, mostly naked, still dripping and somewhat stranded.

Stranded Part III

As promised, I soon return and release you from the stairs. You lead the way up the stairs while I enjoy the view following from behind. At the very top of the stairs, you suddenly stop, and I almost accidentally slam into you. Then, making sure you look stable and aren’t going to fall over I pull my hand back and intentionally let it slam into you as a single playful but powerful spank.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I say.

“Yes, Sir,” you reply and then immediately after giving me a quick kiss you head straight into the bathroom and close and lock the door behind you.

I understand you probably have some things to attend to. But I also expect that you will probably soon take this is an opportunity to start teasing me and winding me up again.

And as expected my phone alerts me to a new message from you. “Just getting ready for you, Sir” is the caption that goes with a photo of your fingers pinching your nipple.

“Lovely. Looking forward to doing that myself.” is my response.

And then a couple of minutes pass and my phone alerts me to a new message from you that once more says “Just getting ready for you, Sir” only this time the photo is of your fingers pinching your other nipple.

“Very sexy. Very much looking forward to doing that myself.” I reply.

And then I set my timer. And exactly two minutes later I get another message from you. This time you send a shot of your fingers pinching your left cheek. I can see from the photo that you are now completely naked. And once more the caption is “Just getting ready for you, Sir.”

I reply with a photo of my erection clearly visible through my underwear and the caption “Sexy ass. I’m clearly looking forward to doing that myself.”

And once more like clockwork two minutes later I get another message from you. And the pattern is becoming clear as this time it’s a photo of you pinching your right cheek with the same message of “Just getting ready for you, Sir.”

I reply with a photo of my erection clearly visible and no longer contained by my underwear and the caption “Such a sexy ass. I’m clearly looking forward to doing that myself.”

The game continues and as I wait, I’m left wondering what you’re going to be pinching next. But I don’t have to wait long as exactly two minutes later I get another photo. It’s your pussy. This time your fingers are pinching and pulling your lips to the side. But it’s just to the left side so your lips are only half-way pulled open.

I reply with a photo of my hand around my cock and the caption “Lovely lips. Would love to be spreading them apart with this.”

I know I have at least two more minutes until your next photo. By now I’ve made my way to the bed and taken out a bottle of oil. I’m laying back stroking myself waiting for your next message.

And like clockwork I get a new message of your fingers pinching and pulling your lips to the right side this time again telling me “Just getting ready for you, Sir.”

I reply with a photo of my now shiny and starting to drip with pre-cum cock and the message “Lovely lips. Aching to be spreading them apart with this.”

And now I am just waiting to see what you do next. Are you going to send me a photo your fingers pinching your clit? Are you going to send me photos of your fingers pinching and pulling your lips open on both sides teasing me even more with what is just behind the bathroom door? Or are you going to finally come out and prove to me how ready you are?

So even though you are still stuck inside a bathroom, and I have a whole house to myself and could leave anytime I wanted, I am the one waiting on your decision. And now I’m lying back, stroking, staring at the timer, and still stranded outside of a bathroom door.

Stranded Part IV

The two minutes mark arrives only instead of another picture of you I hear the bathroom door unlock. I hear you walking down the hallway to the bedroom.

Any second now I expect you to walk through the door completely naked. And then you walk through the door wearing a big bathrobe and a big grin.

“I don’t think I can pinch you through that,” I say continuing to stroke myself.

“Is this better, Sir?” you ask me as you pinch the edges of your robe with you fingertips and open it for me.

I answer by hopping off the bed and grabbing your breasts in my hands and mouth.

Then while sucking on your nipple I reach back behind you and grab your ass.

I gently pinch your nipples between my fingertips and teeth. And using this as a distraction I grab the belt of your robe and start to pull it out.

I slide my hand from your breast downward until I can slide my fingers between your lips.

Then letting go of your other nipple I stand up and stare into your eyes.

I pinch your clit between my fingertips and say “Strip.”

You slide the robe off your shoulders and it falls onto the floor.

It’s only then that you notice the belt in my hands. Silently you extend your arms out placing your wrists together.

I quickly bind them together and then come behind you, kiss you on your neck, cup your breasts from behind and say, “Very good.”

I carefully fold your robe and place it on the floor in front of you. “Kneel,” I was going to say but before I need to you get down on your knees and arch your back preparing for your birthday spankings.

But instead of the sound of a swat you hear a click.

“Since you made me wait and since you seem worried you might be losing some of your sex appeal I have a punishment planned for you,” I say.

“I’m going to post your beautiful bound ass online. And you’ll get your swats as you get your upvotes. I’ll make sure they know what happens when they upvote. And I’ll make sure they know that I’ll be happy to read their comments to you while you’re getting your spanking. Does that sound like a good punishment for making me wait so long?” I ask.

“Oh yes, Sir,” you say with a smile. “Good. And if I really like a comment I will read it to you while I’m fucking you,” I add.

“Oh hell yes, Sir,” is your reply.

I quickly post the photo and rules. If I were a true sadist I would only post in a small subreddit and force you to wait for days. Maybe make you strip for a spanking anytime a new upvote appeared.

But I pick a couple of places you like and the game begins and soon I am spanking you as you count out you votes and as I call out comments like this user say “Hot ass” while this one says “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.”

During a lull I walk over to a drawer and pull out a strand of Christmas tree lights. “I wonder how we’ll pass the time?” I say. I use the lights to form a harness around your chest and to further bind your arms together.

I plug you in and turn off the lights. There’s a sudden burst of upvotes and I start to alternate left to right as I start to spank you harder.

I stop just long enough to place the phone on a chair in front of you so that I can record how great you look with your lights and breasts bouncing as I spank you from behind.

“This user wrote that he wants me to post a picture of your red ass that shows my cum dripping out of you. I guess I need to get started again,” I say as I slide into you from behind.

I continue to spank you as I fuck you whenever my phone alerts me to a new vote. Only now as I read comments, I emphasize each word with a thrust.

“I…would…be…happy…to…lend…a…hand” I say on behalf of another internet stranger as I keep fucking you.

Right after that I put my phone down so that I can concentrate on just fucking you. I am close to finishing and I reach forward with my hand to grab your throat and lift your head up so that you are facing the mirror directly across the room as I come inside you.

I pull out slowly and then take the first “after” picture of you.

“You know a few good orgasms would really get that cum to come out.” I say reaching for a small suitcase below the bed. I pull it out and then gently help you onto the bed. Then I take out some lube and a bullet vibrator and slowly and gently slide it into your ass. Then I turn it on. Next, I pull out a wand and place it on the other side so that it’s pressing near but not right on top of your clit and again I turn it on.

My phone alerts again and I give you another spanking making sure it’s hard enough to leave a handprint.

“One more left,” I say.

You have started to moan and tremble as once more I am holding both vibrators in place.

And now you’re the one waiting for relief. Waiting for someone to make a decision.

Waiting while you are lying down, naked, shaking, dripping with sweat and cum while literally glowing and stranded.